I hear others claim that they want to be writers, but they can’t write. They can’t find the time. They can’t think of things to write. They can’t think of things that are good enough to write. They have something big, important, and amazing in their heads but they don’t know where to start.

All of that is mere excuse-making. Just write.

Write something, anything. Write with no expectations. Write out the bad stuff. Write without a goal. Be horrified by what you write.

Just write.

At this time I’m about a quarter through a new play, the first draft. What I’ve written is awful. It completely sucks. It’s probably unintelligible and would seem out of sequence to others. But every day I pick up a yellow legal pad and write more. It’s demanding to be written. So I write.

Every day, I write more, knowing that almost everything that I write down on those yellow pads will not survive the rewrites to come. I’d be surprised if a single sentence makes it to the point that an actor would speak it.

This draft, as bad as it is, is good, so good, so important. Why? Because I’m writing it. I’m working, every day, to get it down on paper. It’s the process. It’s what has to happen. I’ve resigned myself to the work, embraced it, glorified in it. Each page scribbled out is a triumph.

And if it never sees the light of day, if no one else ever reads it, the act of writing, of creating, makes me stronger, more capable of writing what I hope are more and better things in future.

I don’t accept excuses from writing students, or from fellow writers. I ask only this question: did you write today?

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My office is a complete disaster zone today. So is most of the house. But I’m finding that all I need is space to stand or sit. It’s enough space to work and write.

We’re having the master bedroom, bath, and closet completely remodeled. The explosion of stuff from emptying out those three rooms has crowded almost every other room in the house (sparing the kitchen, sunroom, and the theater, but not the theater lobby). My office, my retreat, is now mostly a closet. A rack of hanging clothes stands in front of the book case. Piles of sorted clothes cover the floor. I did manage to work through my inbox, but haven’t processed everything that accumulated during my recent down time from survey. All of that covers my desk. And the construction, with the almost constant sawing and hammering, is leaving a fine layer of dust on everything.

And yet, I work. I write. I have a little lap desk that I can use when I sit or recline on the bed that’s now in the middle of the living room. I’m filling yellow legal pads with a new play upon that portable desk. And I’ve got enough room to stand in front of my standing desk where I can write and work, too.

Clients don’t care if my office is sparse, minimal, and neatly organized. They don’t care if I work in a Zen garden. They don’t care about the tools I use. They only care that I deliver finely crafted work at the agreed upon time.

With that in mind I shove the piles to the side, wipe away the dust, and set myself to work. The work clears my mind of the mental clutter. There is only the work. The sounds, the mess, fade away for that time. There’s a retreat in work. Even the neighbors’ mowing and firing up the leaf blowers are just another instrument or two added to the symphony, no longer a cacophony.

In a few weeks, I hope, the construction will be finished and most things will go back to where they belong. The clutter will disappear. I’ll sort through and get ride of many extraneous things. The dust and debris will be cleaned as well. And nothing will change about the work.

Minimalism doesn’t have to do with things at all. I’ve given up believing that I have that much control over many of the things that surround me. But I can organize my mind. I can get to the work. Then everything, the noise, the clutter, the stuff, become meaningless.

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Minimalism can be a beautiful thing. Having only what you need, and having those things be beautiful, is an extremely attractive idea to me.

Clutter is another thing all together. One can have only the things that one needs, but they can be jumbled, chaotic, and messy. Clutter is the arrangement of things, not the quantity of them.

The true beauty of minimalism only emerges when there is also order, empty space, and serenity of mind.

If I have an empty room, but don’t have the things that I need at that moment, I am not serene.

I have a surprising hero of minimalism and order: James Bond. 007 is a master of always having just what he needs, but those things never cause a bulge in his perfectly tailored suit or that take up more space than the tiny boot of an antique Austin Martin. From all appearances (aided by movie magic), Bond is relaxed, confident, and, yes, serene. Nothing clutters the passenger seat or dashboard. There are no empty fast food containers (heaven forbid!) on the floorboards of his car/submarine/helicopter.

Real soldiers are festooned with all of the things that they may need. My desk often looks like it is similarly ready for battle. But at times I can clear it all away, like a ship’s crew preparing for a storm. That’s when I play the Bond Theme, smile wryly to myself, and wish that I had a tie to straighten.

Minimal or not, clutter can creep in. Take care of that, won’t you 007?

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Tomorrow holds such promise. And yet, if we’re honest, tomorrow will probably be much like yesterday.

There’s a great focus online about productivity and “getting things done.” It’s easy to think that you can control what you do today and tomorrow and beyond by making lists, plans, and endless to-dos. If you discover the right process you are totally in control.

And yet, when we’re honest, many of us don’t do what we planned.

It’s OK. I’m perfectly happy to abandon plans and to do something else or nothing at all. But I am uncomfortable when I compare the plan to reality.

That tension is a great thing to write about.

For today’s assignment, write two short pages about your plans for tomorrow. The first page will be your idealized plan for what you will do, what will be accomplished. The second page will be your opportunity to honestly state what your day tomorrow will really be like.

For bonus points, write a third page and discuss the tension between the two, what makes you happy or unhappy about it, and how you will shift your day tomorrow by looking at both of these plans, creating a new, possible day that’s somewhere between.

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This old house isn’t really that old. We bought it new in 1993. It’s a great house in a quiet neighborhood nestled amongst mature oaks and maple trees. This is the home of my daughters’ childhood. And slowly, methodically, we’ve adapted this house to our needs, tastes, and preferences.

The first thing we did was replace all of the light fixtures. The builder had put in gaudy, cheap, shiny brass lighting everywhere. It had to go. Then we painted and decorated. Eventually we replaced the wood deck with a sun room, one of our better choices.

And, of course, we built the theater.

Recently we remodeled the kitchen and now, as I write this, carpenters are hammering and sawing away with great gusto, remodeling our bedroom, bath, and closet (the so called “master suite”—although I’m seeing it called the “owners’ suite,” an even more clumsy name). By the time that we’re done with this project we will have spent more in all of the remodeling and adaptation projects that the initial house price.

There’s always a list of projects, even for a home just twenty years old. Last year it was the roof. This year we need to paint the exterior trim. And something else, somewhere, will have to be repaired or replaced. But the bones of this old house are strong, well made, and I hope sturdy enough for many, many years to come.

A home is an expensive thing to own. But it is our home. I live and work here and I’m very comfortable in this house. While I could sell and move without looking back, there’s a part of me that would love my future grandchildren and generations beyond to think of this as the family home. I grew up in my great grandfather’s house, but never thought of it as anything but OUR home. I still cringe when I drive by our “starter” home. It’s just down the road from here. I see the condition that the present owners have let it sink to. It’s sad and so unnecessary. Even though it hasn’t been mine for twenty years I still think of it still as our home.

Memory is what makes a house a home, not title or deed. When you live somewhere, shape it to become your home, you imprint yourself on it in the same way that it takes up residence in your dreams and remembrances.

I’m looking forward to the new suite and the big glass shower. This is our home, for now, and forever remembered.

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I keep my hair and beard close cropped. When I started losing the hair on the top of my head in my early 20′s I stopped going to the barber, bought a set of clippers, and have since been cutting it myself. It was economical and convenient, especially when my wife could check the back of my head and neck to make sure that I hadn’t fouled things up.

Then I had back surgery. The recovery is going well, but slowly. So when my head started to get woolly I decided to let someone else cut my hair.

It was wonderful. I’d forgotten why. I got the same shearing, but even closer that I can manage. I like my hair this short, my wife really doesn’t (I’d just shave it all off if I had my way). I think it looks better with my beard trimmed up and the edges shaved and clean looking. I also received a shampoo and a scalp massage, all while relaxing with a hot towel steamed with tea tree oil resting on my face. Finish that off with a shoulder massage and I was ready to face the world again. I really felt better, a step further in my general healing.

I’d forgotten the simple pleasure of the intimate contact that getting one’s hair cut provides. A stranger’s skilled and soft touch on my face and scalp was soothing and reminded me about the hundreds of haircuts I’d received before.

In general I don’t like to be touched by strangers, but I think that’s a lie I tell myself. While being touched by random stranger may be unwelcome, there’s an entire class of intimate strangers who are trained, licensed, and given permission to touch. The caring touch of the dental hygienist soothes in those awkward moments of having one’s mouth probed and teeth cleaned. The physical therapist, even when working deep in the tissue, can speed healing and create a better understanding of my own body, just with their touch. And there’s nothing quite like a proper massage from a licensed therapist.

I think that I’ll retire my clippers for a while and make a regular trip to the barber. I no longer see it as a chore. It’s a treat, something special to help me look good and feel good.

There are so many pleasures in life that we too frequently deny ourselves. Human contact shouldn’t be one of them.

And for you obsessive compulsives out there: Two Bits.

And for your listening pleasure, Try Dave Brubeck’s “Unsquare Dance“

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Playwrighting is hard work. Over the past few years, while working on multiple other projects, I’ve been researching and planning for a big new play, one that I think has real potential for production and audience interest. I have an entire shelf stacked with research. I’ve filled notebooks. I’ve had it playing in my mind, in many variations, for years now.

And I’d planned to use the recovery period from recent surgery to write the first draft. I was excited about it. It gave me something to focus on other than the scary surgery and long recovery (I’m doing very well, thanks).

And then, just as I was feeling well enough to start some light work, an idea started to form in my mind. Something really interesting. Something new. I thought at first it might be a short story or novella. Then it got bigger and looked like a novel. I don’t want to write a novel right now.

Then one night, just before going to sleep, inspiration struck, and struck hard. It’s a play. I knew how to write it. There’s nothing to be done but to set out and do it. I bought a stack of yellow legal pads and began scribbling. It’s flowing out. Strange, weird stuff that I’m not sure I want people who know me to read.

That’s a good sign. I think.

This play may be unproduceable, but I have to write it. It may be the price I pay to write the planned work. Or the planned work may never get written. Other things like this may elbow it out of the way.

As a business writer I plan and write what I need to, but as a creative artist I write what I must. There’s no negotiating with inspiration. I’ve come to believe that inspiration is a welcome event, even if it derails current projects. It’s often inconvenient, uncomfortable, and insistent.

I’m writing this play that the muse demands be written. I’ve promised myself ten pages a day, but I’ll soon double that. Then I’ll take those handwritten pages and head to the keyboard for the first revision. Then I’ll read it aloud and rewrite it again. At that point I’ll look for a theater company or group of actors to do a reading. Then I’ll rewrite.

I am not completely in control of this process. But I am not merely a conduit. The skills that I’ve honed, the lessons that I’ve learned, all come into play (and no, that’s not a pun). It feels good to write with this drive and abandon.

I have only this advice to offer: when inspiration strikes, strike back.

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There’s no such thing as useless knowledge.

There are depths of trivia that can startle and worry those who haven’t thought about a subject. “That’s not important,” they say. “How could you possibly use that?”

And yet, knowledge, any knowledge, understanding how things work, why they work, and what may be possible, is incredibly, amazingly valuable.

I’m a successful writer because I know a great deal about a lot of subjects. But even more important, I know that things that I don’t know about have depths to explore, and somewhere, probably within reach of a keyboard, are people who have plumbed those depths and are willing to go deeper. Better yet, I know that they’re eager to share what they know. And I know how to talk with them, one geek to another.

Here’s an example: name the most successful movie franchise in the last five years.

It’s Marvel Comics based movies: Spider-man, Captain America, Thor, Ironman, and The Avengers, their sequels, and variants (i.e., The Hulk). From among all of those nerds, those masters of useless knowledge about superhero comics, many are making a living because of what they know and the not so useless knowledge that they’ve mastered. Billions of dollars and thousands of jobs are all based on this tiny realm of useless knowledge.

Explore what interests you. Dive deep into what you love. Have no expectations of what you might do with that.

I’m writing a play at this moment that I’m pretty sure is unproduceable. That doesn’t matter. I need to write it. And I’m a playwright. I’m not the one who has to figure out how to stage the thing. I was pretty sure my play on the creator of the modern clown in the early 1800′s couldn’t be staged, and yet it has had many productions, including at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival last August. It’s the most successful thing I’ve written and audiences are moved by something that, before I wrote the play, was claimed to be deep and useless trivia.

No knowledge is useless. A writer can and will use everything.

Enjoy the dive.

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Writing a description of a single object is always a good exercise. If you add another thing, write about two objects, you can compare and contrast them. Add a third and you have a set and the possibilities multiply. The set is often more interesting than the objects contained in the set.

Sets go beyond mathematics. They are they ways we organize our lives. Two objects are interesting—three is a collection.  Look around you: the things that you use and value are often found in groups of at least three. My desk contains no fewer than ten manual writing implements at any one time. Observing that alone would give you a clue that I may be a writer.

Here’s my example:

Above my office bookshelf I have a selection of science fiction pulp magazines. I’ve had each carefully prepared and framed with museum-quality mounting. The entire issue is carefully preserved—not just the cover. They are also primarily Volume 1, Number 1 issues (accept for the three issues of Astounding carrying the serialization of Robert A. Heinlein’s “Double Star”).

One of my favorites is a single frame holding three small format magazines, each v.1, no.1. They are a set: Vanguard, Venture, Vortex.

Their covers are endlessly fascinating. Vanguard shows the tail of a blasting rocket in space where an unlucky astronaut has fallen into the fiery exhaust. Venture’s cover has a powerful, bare-chested caged man in the background. He appears dominated by the strong, redheaded women in the foreground. Her breasts are covered by metallic cones and she wears a sheer top. It is clear that she is in charge, but of what? Vortex displays either a giant microscope focused on a man and a women fallen upon the slide surface, or is it a miniature couple, reduced in some mysterious way?

Each cover promises a story, action, and exotic adventure. I’ve learned that most of these magazines, called, “pulps” because of the poor quality paper used in their printing, also have equally poor writing, but not all do. Within their covers the greats of the golden era learned their trade and built a powerful genre. The stories, good or bad, were wrapped in glorious, lurid covers. There’s a promise in these covers. And that’s why I display them in the room where I write, where I work.

For today’s assignment, take three like objects, even if they are very little alike, and write about them. You can spend some time, but not much, describing them. Your task with this assignment is to talk about them as a whole, a set. What does the set itself evoke? What does combining these objects unlock, allow you to think and then write about?

It shouldn’t take you long to look at your surroundings, find three like objects and begin writing about them as a single thing.

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This is my advice for writers: Read, Write, Work, Play

Four words. All worthy pursuits. All necessary. Combine any two.

Read widely, but not just for your edification. Read to learn, to improve your work—but sometimes, often, read for fun, to entertain yourself.

Write every day. Work at your craft. Strive to improve your skills. But also write from the heart and without a plan or purpose. Find a way to write and make it pleasurable and fun.

Work with great commitment. Make something, build something. Do it for the money, but sometimes, often, work at things that just make you happy, not particularly richer.

Play is not just for children. Play is a time of exploration, relaxation and growth. What you learn from play, from flights of fancy, will enrich every part of your life, and your work.

I claim these things for writers. Substitute your profession or calling for “write” and it should all work the same.

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